Dec. 31, 2017

KUUMBA (CREATIVITY'S FLOW)

"Chuck Berry Was A Cool Kuumbain"

CREATIVITY'S FLOW

Hey those strings flicking
The chords are clicking
The rock and roll bomb is ticking
This is Chuck Berry’s way of politicking 
Damn his fingers gliding
The sounds are thriving
Erasing racial tensions 
Jim Crow’s dancing 
Jane Crow prancing
This ain’t no ballroom dancing
Ain’t no squares doing this damn dancing
Just maybe for this 90-minute set equality is advancing 
How you going hate when the groove has…
……Gotcha, Gotcha, …..Gotcha you GONE
Damn that soul is smooth
You see racial hate it seems to soothe
When that brother’s playing racism is on the move
How you going to hate when Johnny B’s so cool
How you going hate when Beethoven just rolled over
How you going hate when you just pulled my whoops
How you gonna hate when you got no particular place to go
How you gonna hate when Maybellene just high-stepped across the stage
How you gonna hate when you reeling and rockin’
How you gonna hate when you too pooped to hurl a slur
How you going hate when Chuck than showed you, soul’s promised land
How you going hate when you can hardly stand 
Damn that brother’s guitar is best on all the land
Chuckie B’s is quite the artist for 90 minutes at a time
Chuckie B sweated out hate and Jim Crow’s demise was its fate
How you gonna hate when Chuckie B is playing is on the school grounds
Damn that brother’s got some cool sounds
Chuck Berry’s playing rock on roll on the fairgrounds
Even at 90 years old Chucky B still has the groove
America you still have so much to prove
You see Chuck only wanted people of all colors to groove TOGETHER.

 

 

I’M BLACK EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE, EVEN IN STRIFE I’D CHOOSE MY BLACK LIFE

 

 

 

You can stack the deck

 

You can even let justice continue to go unchecked

 

Hell, you can even make me sweat

 

My mind is strong on this here though you can bet

 

Being black wasn’t a choice I was given

 

But living black is this life has been my thanksgiving

 

Hell even if this life at times can be absolutely unforgiving

 

You see through all the strife

 

I’d still choose this here BLACK life

 

Dammit to hell I’d even choose to be BLACK in the after-life

 

So don’t you dare think I beholden

 

To all that economic power you are holding

 

You see we got a new nation of young blacks in need of molding

 

The black race my friends is far from simply unfolding

 

You see I don’t hate all whites

 

Only the ones that attempt to lower my sights

 

Or the ones looking to destroy my rights

 

You see being black can mean facing many slights

 

Oh oh hell when you hit it?

 

Damn being black oh my what lights, what heights

 

So come at my blackness except for some fights

 

You see what those poor white’s fail to see

 

Being black can set your mind free

 

It also means no looking up from a denied knee

 

Living black is my ultimate choice

 

Standing up with a mighty strong voice

 

Can’t you see that being black is definitely ME

 

Look around at all the best, when blacks do it they outshine all the rest

 

Hell even in these decrepit school we still pass all your tests

 

So all this talk about you being the best?

 

Would you please just give it a rest

 

Oh, yeah, we gotta stop all these black folks from needlessly dying

 

It should help if the police just stopped adding to these poor mother’s crying

 

They complicate matters without even really trying

 

They shoot us even if we seem to be complying

 

And that my friends are so damn horrifying

 

America, justice for all creeds is what you should be supplying

 

So stack the deck

 

Neglect paying that reparation check

 

Even though most of our communities remain a wreck

 

Most of our schools are absent of any new tech

 

Many in our communities don’t even get a paycheck

 

Yet, all in all when I make my call

 

It’s on the black lines this here brother will fall

 

You know what I’m black as I can be

 

And dammit I will forever stand TALL

 

Bold, Brash, and 100% Black never questioning that at all

 

Dubois, Coleman, King, Vesey, Garvey, Turner, Hamer, Malcolm, and Stokely

 

They all had black skins and where each was definitely smoking

 

So this brother is never thinking about doing no cloaking

 

Challenge my blackness that thought is certainly provoking!

 

 

WHY IN THE HELL ARE WE STILL TALKING ABOUT GETTING SOME ACTION?
 
400 years and still we wait;
from denied action;
from lethal action;
from Jim crow action;
from economic inaction;
from drug-induced reaction;
from overseas military action;
from coming home from wars without rights action;
from misplaced affirmative action;
from little or no damn action;
from police state murderous action;
it's about time for some real strategic, creative balancing the scale action;
for some truth, economic and racial equality across the board action;
400 years and still we wait;